I'm In Love With My Teacher

Voices in my Head

I wake up stretching, feeling the delicious ache between my legs and a smile slowly creeps its way onto my face. I turn over expecting to feel a warm body but all I feel is cold bed sheet. I frown and sit up, rubbing my left eye.

"He's in the kitchen dummy, I can feel your frown from all the way over here," Cait startles me.

"I wasn't -"

"Sure," she says cutting me off with a smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes and get out of bed. After I've tidied up a little I walk into the kitchen, smelling the sweet scent of waffles.

"I hope some of those are mine," I say teasingly.

"Not even a good morning, now tell me why I should give you any of my waffles?" He says turning away from the counter to face me. His ink black hair is wet, the strands clinging to one another. He is in a tank and pants that are hanging enticingly low on his hips. And he's barefooted! I wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning for the rest of my life.

"Well one, I bought those waffles," I say teasingly, "two, if you don't feed me I'll starve; possibly to death. And three, you'll be super sad when I'm gone and Cait'll never forgive you," I finish.

"How convincing," he says, the corners of his mouth hesitantly lifting upwards. He draws a plate and places two waffles on it, pouring a few drops of syrup on the top and slides it across the island to me, "happy?"

"Thank you," I say smiling at him. I walk towards him and reach up to kiss him on the cheek. Quickly, he turns his head and kisses me, smack on the lips.

"I would be super sad if you were to die," he muses.

I narrow my eyes at him, "how reassuring."

He laughs loudly, his head bending backwards. I couldn't help but share in his happiness.

***

"Best of luck to all of you tomorrow in your exams. I know you'll all do great. Remember I won't be the one to mark you guys so I'm gonna need you to bring your all, okay?"

"Yes sir," the class responds.

"Good. Dismissed."

Immediately the class erupts in excitement. I get to test my skills of defense tomorrow. What if I fail? Or lose the case? Or or...

"Stop that," Ian says sternly.

I take a look around the room and realize it's empty. "Stop what?" I ask innocently.

"Stop thinking about it so much. You're gonna do great. You're brilliant, Brianna. You have good coordination and effective tactics. I'm very proud of you."

I blush faintly, "thank you."

I pack up my things, which aren't much, and stuff them in my bag. I take the steps two at a time until I'm on the floor.

"Ready?" I ask him. He stares at me, his eyes burning holes into my face.

"Hey, stop that!" I say a little creeped out.

A smirk appears on his lips and he holds out his hand to me, I guess expecting me to take it...which I do.

He leads me around the corner to his office. "Why are we going to your office?" I ask.

He doesn't answer me, instead he just continues to walk and he unlocks the door once we've gotten to it.

As soon as the door closes, I'm being pushed up against the wall and soft smooth lips are against mine, hard. I drop my bag and respond immediately curling my fingers in his hair. Without permission, he forces his tongue inside my mouth and I don't mind as his tongue strokes mine gently. My knees go weak from the contact and he places his hands under my ass and lifts me up, my legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist.